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 1     2|      countenance through sore dismay,~And deemed that little
 2     3|     the Spaniard know, to his dismay,~'Mid the same bounds, whom
 3     5|       not be by fear of death dismay'd.~He had a noble brother,
 4     9| horrid was his cheer.~At this dismay'd, the King of Friesland
 5    14|  assaulted city guard without dismay,~And little reck the proud
 6    19|      the patron's visage with dismay,~When he perceives what
 7    20|     falchion, shall your ears dismay.~Let him not 'scape by such
 8    20|       a kin have welcomed, in dismay~Beholds him here and with
 9    22|      himself like fox, in his dismay,~Sir Pinnabel has every
10    28|      his journey, to his sore dismay,~Her husband deemed that
11    39|     brandished close at hand, dismay;~For stone or arrow following